Chapter 2042: Treasure Radiance Sacred Flower

Just then, Han Li, Patriarch Long, and their group, moving as streaks of light, arrived before a vast, murky light screen after a few flashes, finding their path blocked.

The cloaked man from the Lin family, without hesitation, made a grasping motion with one hand in the air. A giant azure claw instantly tore through the void and appeared, fiercely striking downwards.

A tremendous roar!

The light screen before them instantly flickered wildly a few times, but remained completely unharmed.

The cloaked man's expression subtly changed. After a cold snort, he was about to attack again.

But just then, Cang Xing, the old scholar from the Spirit Race, casually said, "Let me handle this." With a flick of his sleeve, seven or eight talismans of various colors shot out and instantly vanished into the black light.

The next moment, the light screen, which had seemed impregnable, rumbled. Its surface trembled violently, and it began to crack inch by inch, creating a massive hole in mid-air before everyone.

This scene made the cloaked man's heart seize up, and he glanced at the old scholar with some surprise.

It seemed Saintess Qianqiu's earlier introduction was not exaggerated; this old scholar, Cang Xing, truly mastered the art of formation restrictions. Otherwise, it would have been impossible to break through the light screen so easily.

The Feathered-Robe Maiden and other human cultivators were also somewhat surprised, but in the current situation, they had no time to think much.

Everyone, their bodies glowing with spiritual light, transformed into translucent streaks of light and swept through the hole.

By this time, the hole in the black light screen had only just begun to seal itself, returning to its original state.

However, this slight delay allowed some patrolling demon guards from nearby to fiercely surround them.

Without anyone needing to give orders, the ten Body Integration stage cultivators simultaneously activated their incantations. Their previously scattered streaks of light merged into one, forming a hundred-zhang long, seven-colored rainbow that swept towards the demon army.

The demon guards opposite them were greatly alarmed, but had no way to dodge. Wherever the long rainbow swept, they instantly turned to ash in the dazzling light.

The other demons who had been swarming from nearby had their expressions drastically changed, and they involuntarily stopped, no longer daring to fight.

With a flash of the seven-colored rainbow, it broke through seven other layers of restrictions in an unstoppable manner, instantly reaching the dark clouds above the fortress, and unhesitatingly prepared to plunge into them.

But just then, a furious roar came from within the dark clouds, and a loud peal of thunder erupted from them.

Amidst flashing lightning, bowl-sized arcs of electricity, like silver snakes dancing wildly, shot out from the clouds.

As silver light interwoven and flickered, a heaven-spanning lightning net formed within the dark clouds and descended upon the group below.

If an ordinary Body Integration cultivator were to face such an astonishing restriction's forceful suppression, they would likely have to retreat somewhat to avoid a mutually destructive outcome.

However, among Han Li's group, there were as many as four cultivators in the late Body Integration stage, and each possessed immense divine abilities. How could they fear this mere lightning net before them?

Immediately, Patriarch Long let out a cold snort and said:

"A mere trifle of a trick, daring to show off before this old man!"

He then raised one hand, and a small, pale silver bottle flew out of his grasp. Expanding against the wind, it grew to about a foot in size.

A hum emanated from the bottle's mouth, and a stream of white mist spurted out, instantly transforming into countless dense threads of light that swept upwards.

A bizarre phenomenon occurred!

The lightning arcs filling the sky, once swept by this unassuming white mist, astonishingly, one by one, fell into the small silver bottle.

In the blink of an eye, the dense lightning arcs were completely absorbed by the silver bottle, and the sky immediately cleared.

"The Purifying Thunder Bottle! You are from the Human Race's Long family!"

The demon who had just let out a low roar from within the dark clouds, seeing this, had his voice instantly turn to one of extreme shock and fury, seemingly recognizing the silver bottle in Patriarch Long's hand.

"To actually recognize our Long family's heirloom treasure," Patriarch Long said calmly and indifferently, "It seems to be one of the Demon Race's Venerables. Let's ignore him and just break through." With a single hand gesture towards the air, he put the small bottle back into his sleeve.

Han Li, Saintess Qianqiu, and the others naturally had no dissenting opinions. Immediately, the ten combined their magical power and urged the long rainbow to plunge into the dark clouds with an imposing momentum.

Even if there were other restrictions within the clouds, they were unstoppable with the ten of them attacking together, breaking through them one by one as if they were rotten wood. After a few flashes, the seven-colored rainbow appeared before a passage that shimmered with strange gray light.

But in front of the passage, hundreds of elite demons, led by an exceptionally tall demonic figure, lined up in formation, blocking their path.

Although the demonic figure was shrouded in black mist, making its face and appearance unclear, its pair of large, glittering eyes, upon seeing so many Body Integration cultivators like Han Li, clearly flickered with an expression of incredible shock.

"Hmph, it really is a Demon Venerable!"

As the long rainbow dispersed, Patriarch Long, Saintess Qianqiu, and the others revealed their forms. After a glance at the demonic figure opposite them, Saintess Qianqiu frowned and said:

"Just a single Demon Venerable, how can he stop us? If he truly dares to attack, he will be courting death. Don't mind them; it's urgent to pass through the passage to avoid further complications..." The Saint Spirit, glowing with silver light, glanced at the demonic figure opposite them and scoffed with a cold laugh.

Saintess Qianqiu nodded in agreement and was the first to transform into a ball of spiritual light, rushing towards the opposite side.

The old scholar and the other few Saint Spirits immediately followed, soaring into the air without another word.

"Now is not the time for entanglement," Patriarch Long said. "As long as this demon doesn't attack, we don't need to pay him any mind."

A glint flashed in Patriarch Long's eyes, and he unhesitatingly called out to Han Li and the others. With a flick of his sleeve, he transformed into a golden rainbow and followed.

Han Li and the others naturally also took flight with a whoosh, piercing through the air.

The entire group actually regarded the opposing demon contingent as nothing.

The demonic figure opposite, seeing a group of Body Integration cultivators fiercely charging forward, had his face instantly turn pale. After a moment of intense internal hesitation, he finally gritted his teeth and waved a hand backward, leading his numerous subordinates to step aside, yielding the passage entrance.

The Saint Spirit in silver light let out a wild laugh and was the first to flash and disappear into the passage behind them, vanishing from sight amidst a series of rumbling sounds.

Saintess Qianqiu, Han Li, and the others behind them also flew into it one after another without the slightest hesitation.

After a violent fluctuation within the passage, all sounds vanished without a trace, and the original calm was restored.

But the leading demonic figure turned and looked at the passage behind him, his expression remaining dark and uncertain for a long while. Some of his subordinates behind him, feeling greatly uneasy, hurriedly moved closer and cautiously asked:

"My Lord, so many foreign powerful cultivators have intruded into our Demon Realm; they certainly don't have good intentions. Should we pursue them immediately?"

"Hmph, pursue them?" the tall demonic figure scoffed, "What if they block the exit? Wouldn't I be courting death by going there?"

The tall demonic figure snorted and said irritably.

Seeing the demonic figure's icy expression, the mid-level demon who spoke immediately felt a chill in his heart. After mumbling a few words, he dared not say anything further and retreated.

But just then, a long cry came from within the dark clouds!

Following this, as the clouds and mist churned, a swirling green demonic wind roared forth. It then rolled and abruptly stopped not far in front of the demonic figure, dissipating to reveal a tall, thin green figure.

It was a middle-aged man with a pair of wings on his back and fiercely raised eyebrows.

"Brother Ke, where are those foreign cultivators? How come I haven't seen a single shadow of a foreign race?" the winged man anxiously rushed forward and asked the demonic figure after his gaze swept around.

"Oh, it's Brother Feng, you're late," the demonic figure replied in a deep voice, glancing at the man. "Those people have already entered the passage."

"What?! Why didn't you stop them?" the winged man exclaimed, his expression changing drastically. "If Lord Saint Ancestor finds out about this, the punishment for you and me won't be light!"

"How could I stop them?" the demonic figure replied coldly after a moment of silence. "There were as many as ten people in that group, all above the Body Integration stage, with several even in the late stage. If they hadn't been in such a hurry to enter the passage, I might have been casually annihilated. How could I still be standing here talking to Brother Feng?"

"What?!" the winged man exclaimed in shock, "All above Body Integration? Brother Ke, are you joking?"

The winged man was greatly surprised and asked in a daze.

"Not just me, but everyone else saw it with their own eyes," the demonic figure sighed, looking helpless. "Otherwise, would I not fear Lord Saint Ancestor's punishment?"

The winged man's gaze swept over the other demons behind the demonic figure, and seeing that his companion's words were indeed true, he couldn't help but be somewhat dumbfounded.

After a good while, he mumbled to himself:

"This is big trouble. Anyway, so many high-level foreign races intruding into the Holy Realm is truly not a small matter. We must report this truthfully to Lord Saint Ancestor."

The demonic figure heard this, his eyes flickering strangely. Just as he was about to reply, a faint female voice suddenly echoed in the air:

"Regarding this matter, none of you are allowed to report it to your superiors. Just keep it honestly hidden in your hearts."

"Who's there?"

At this, both the demonic figure and the winged man were startled. They immediately flashed their forms, pressing close to each other. At the same time, demonic light flickered around them; one manifested two silver longswords, while the other produced a dark, gleaming long spear.

Both of them wore extremely wary expressions.

They knew very well that anyone capable of hiding so close, undetected by their senses, must possess divine abilities certainly no less than their own. Thus, they naturally became extremely cautious.

But just then, a strange fragrance wafted from an unknown source. Then, a ripple appeared in the high sky, and a massive flower tree over ten zhang tall suddenly materialized without the slightest warning.

This flower tree was entirely crystalline, its branches covered with fist-sized pink, exotic flowers, appearing exceptionally splendid!

"The Radiant Treasure Flower! It's Lord Baohua!"

As soon as the winged man saw this flower, his face instantly contorted as if he had been punched hard, his eyes filled with an expression of extreme terror. He then leaped several zhang high, his back wings suddenly flapped, transforming him into a gust of wind as he fled back the way he came.

But just then, the pink, exotic flowers on the high-flying flower tree suddenly burst into fierce flames, and petals instantly transformed into pink flames, fluttering down from the sky.